Page 1 of Johny B

Chapter

One

Johny B

Standing just outside the open door and out of sight, I listen in on the conversation inside the room.

“What’s going on?” I instantly recognize Smoke’s deep, raspy voice as he questions the only two men in the room with him.

Mammoth and Stone insisted I stay outside, giving them the chance to break the news of my being here. Damage limitation, they reckon, and seeing as Smoke hates my fucking guts, they’re not wrong.

“With everything that’s been going on, I haven’t had the chance to warn you…” Stone starts to explain before he’s interrupted.

“Spit it out, will yah,” Smoke barks back at his VP. “Whatever it is, compared to the day this club has had to endure, it will be cake.”

Patience is not something I have, so I take a few steps forward, push the door fully open and walk into the room. I know I look good, not a hair out of place, clean-cut face thatmakes the females cream, and a swagger that pisses off many, but shit, I can’t help being fucking hot as fuck. I just make the most of what God graced me with.

“Can’t deny that women love some of my sugar, still that’s the first time I’ve ever been considered as cake.” I say as I swagger into the room.

“JB, I told you to wait outside,” Mammoth groans at me as I take my place beside him.

“You know how I like to make an entrance,” I respond. “Always popping up when you least expect it, nonetheless, when it seems to be most needed.” I turn my attention to the man who is throwing daggers at me with his dark, thunderous eyes. “You know that, Smoke.” I add, referring to a situation in our past.

“Johny fucking Bravo,” he hisses through his teeth. “You were told to stay away, so I suggest you turn your ass around and get the fuck out of my club; out of town, before I put a bullet in that pretty head of yours.”

“Aww, come on Smoke, it’s been months. Surely, it’s water under the bridge by now,” I tease. “Not that I was expecting a welcoming committee, but in my book, you still owe me.”

“The only thing I owe you is a fucking beating until you take your last breath.” Smoke pushes out of his seat and swiftly moves around the table until he’s right in front of me. Smoke is a tall guy, but so am I, so has negligible effect on me. I retain my usual cocky stance as he barks into my face. “Now I come to think of it, a bullet to the head would be far too quick and nowhere near painful enough.”

“JB,” Mammoth grabs the neck of my cut and pulls me back, putting some space between me and the man who wants me dead. “Fuck off into the bar while I handle this.”

“Sure thing, Brother.” I reply cheerfully, a half-smile playing on my lips. I refuse to react to the hate that is coming from Smoke. If I did, and let myself give into the evil that I’ve learnedto control since I was a kid, then this room would end up looking like a blood bath.

“Catch up with you soon, Smoke,” I wink as I back-step out of the room. I can hear the barrage of curse words that follow me, even when the door shuts behind me. Smoke is raging, making me realize that my return, my plan, is not going to be easy. But I’m not a quitter, and I have a level of determination that is second to none.

“Would you get me a bourbon, darlin’?” I ask the pretty redhead behind the bar.

“Sure thing, handsome.” She grabs a glass from a pile on the side and after sweeping the cloth she has in her other hand around the sides, she snatches up a bottle of Bulleit and pours me a healthy shot. She slides it over the bar towards me, then cocks her head to one side. “Nice to see you again, JB. You here for long?”

“That, my darlin’, is the million-dollar question.” I take a long draw from the glass, letting the liquid coat my tongue before swallowing it. It has the perfect burn as it makes its way down into my gut, leaving just the right amount of warmth.

“You want some company?” she asks me, pushing her chest out, giving me the full experience of the round dome of her tits and the deep valley of her cleavage.

“You’re gorgeous, you know that, right?” I smile back at her. Her cheeks pink at my compliment. “Believe me, I’m tempted, but my head is elsewhere and unless I can give a lady like you my full attention, then I have to politely decline.”

“I ain’t a lady,” she laughs a little too loudly, a hint of self-hate in there, too. Even though I never spent much time with Ginger when I was here before, I get the impression that her background is something she tries to hide and never talks about. My guess is that she’s had the kind of upbringing that is as faraway from club life as corn dogs are from Beluga caviar. She hides it well.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Ginger.” I drain the glass in front of me before I get to my feet. “You’re going to be one hell of an old lady one day, and the brother who gets to claim you will be one fucking lucky bastard.” I slap the palm of my hand hard onto the bar top before walking away.

I push through the doors that lead back out of the clubhouse, and the air, still tainted with acrid smoke from the fire, hits my nostrils.

I lean against the porch railings, looking out over the yard. A few of the guys are doing what they can to clean up any lingering evidence of the explosion, but anyone who hasn’t spent any time at the club before wouldn’t notice a thing.

The entrance gates still look on the tilt, but along with the prospect that’s been posted there, it’s doing a good enough job to keep out any unwanted visitors.

The wreck that housed the explosive device was the first thing dealt with. Within minutes, a tow truck turned up and removed the heap of burned-out metal. Leaving the scorch marks on the asphalt as the only remaining evidence on the perimeter. The rest of the chaos had been confined to the MC’s grounds.

My heart bleeds for the loss of Cub. The kid was a bundle of energy, fun, and mischief. He’ll be greatly missed. None more so than by his father and club secretary, Wolf. The fucker, Paddy, also known as Jimmy Dunne, and the Death Valley Irish, who is undoubtedly behind this, are not going to know what’s hit them. They might think that they’re only fucking with Smoke and his club. Nah, not a fucking chance. They’ve fucked up big time, because you fuck with one of us, you get the wrath of every single chapter, every single brother. The Young Outlaws are family, and we fight as one, which is why my Prez, Cannon, had us here.

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